My place..
Late at night I walked back home,
My place..it's warm reliable and safe..
There's no one who can suddenly walk in,
There's nobody who can steal my belongings
My thoughts, my dreams, my everything
The only place where I can be alone,
My mind, it's a mess but I'll clean it up
No one will ever no my place
Nobody will see the things like I do
Late at night I walked back home
My place..it's lonely, cold but safe..
Only you can walk through my dreams,
Only you know how I am when I'm home alone..
In my place, my dreams, my mind...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MayadeBij: | Vrijdag, oktober 10, 2003 17:05 |
| Dreamy days? Yep! Zekerrrr.. Maar ik ben overal veilig (comes with being a hardcore bitch, scusa hè) beeeep.. You have to be cold to b. safe sometimes (I agree) maarre, soms (hèèèl soms, is die warmte net zo veilig) (als sambal) KUS! | |
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| Auteur: DieN | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 oktober 2003 | ||
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